Oh. Yeah, har har har. Very funny, orchids. Laugh it up. Good thing for you I’m stuck here. On the floor. Mid split. Attempt. Propped up with many pillows. When I get up I’m gonna march right over there and … Continue reading →

We never do demi-plié at the barre in Smirnoff’s class. No Sir/Ma’am. I like to think it’s because Smirnoff ain’t got no kinda time for no half-way plié. Class starts with an, “All right, let’s get to work now, it … Continue reading →

Roller-coaster of a week, you guys. Had my usual two adult open level ballet classes, with Smirnoff. But class #1 I was all like: Moan! Poor me! Tiny-est violin! Hand on forehead! Alas! Then Class #2 I was all like: … Continue reading →

Read a book a while back. Actually, almost exactly a year ago: A memoir by Bronislava Nijinska about her brother, Vaslov Nijinski. And I remember getting to this one part where she described how Nijinski could rise up on his … Continue reading →

Another small ballet class. Just two of us, plus teacher. Which means increased scrutiny, which means really specific corrections. Which is great. For example, we do a barre exercise that is: tenduuuu pasjetépasjetépasjeté! The pas jetés are quick little kicks! … Continue reading →